The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1887-01-07

/ thing that win make mo still prouder Of you
and my presentiments, which never fail NE
assure me that you will return to mo safely.
His face showed little disappointment,
| with the answer.
Sho reached above her head, and breaking
OH a bud handed 1t to him, saying IN tue
words OF Juliet;
Sweet, goodnight;
This bud Of love, by summers ripening breath,
May prove beauteous flower, when next We
meet.
He kissed tho bud and put 1t In his bosom,
kissed her again passionately and descended
the hill to prepare for his departure In the
morning
The days that followed were halcyon for
her While the other women of Sarlis, whose
loved ones were gone, were bewailing the
dangers they would encounter, her proud
spirit only contemplated tho chances that
Harry would have for winning fame, Battles
meant bright laurels for him in which she
would have a rightful share.
Her mental food became tho poetry of love-
chivalry and glorious war. The lyric had
vivid personal interest Tales of romantic
daring and achievement were suggestions of
possibilities in Harry's career. Her waking
hours were mainly spent book in hand under
the old apple tree that daily grew dearer to
her.
The exalted mood in which we found her
was broken in upon by the sound of some one
shutting the gate below very emphatical1i
Looking down she saw her father approach
ing with such visible signs in face and de-
meanor of strong excitement that she arose
and went to him.
"Why, father, what can be the matter!"
she said, stopping in front Of him, with the
open book pressed to her breast
matter enough. I'm afraid, Rachel. There's
been battle near place called Rich Noun
tain, in West Virginia, and Harry Glen's-"
"Oh, father" she said, growing very white,
"Harry's killed."
"No; not killed" The old mans lip curled
with scorn Its worse. He seems to've sud-
denly discovered he want prepared to die;
he didn't want to rush all at once into the
presence Of his Maker. Mebbe he didn't think
it'd be good manners. You know he was al
ways stronger on etikwet than anything else.
In short, he's showed the white feather A
dozen or more letters have come from the
boys telling all about it, and the towns talk
ing of nothing else. There's one of the let
tiers. It's from Joseph Pancake, who quit
working for me to enlist Read it for your
SELF"
The old gentleman threw the letter upon
the grass and strobe on angrily into the
house. Rachel smoothed out the crumpled
sheet and read with growing sickness at the
heart:
Mr.. BOND.
DEER SUR: l talk my pen in hand to lett you no
hat with the exception Of a occashunal tuch Of
'oomatcks an boonions all over my fete from
lard marchin, ime all rite, an hope you ar in
DIN the saim bessin. We've Jest had an awful |
big fife and the way warmed it 10 the seceshers
est beat the jews, doant expect they've stopt |
unnin yit All the Sardis boys done bully except |
lieut.. Harry Glen The smell! Of burnt powder |
canned to onsettle his narves He TUX powerful |
lick all at wunst, jest the trail gittn rather
resh, and he lay groann wen the rest of the COM
,any marched off into the fife. He doant find |
he klimet here as healthy as it is in Sardis. |
stinguished myself and have bin promoted and
We got Rebel gun for you with bore big enuff
o put walnut in, and it'll jest mock your whole
arned shoulder off every time you shoot it. No
more yours til deth send me some f1necut tobacker
or heavens sake. JOSEPH PANCAKE.
Rachel tore the letter into thousand frag-
nents and flung the volume of poems into
he ditch below. She FASTENED to her room
nd no one saw her again until the next
morning, when she came down dressed in
omber black, her face pale and her colorless
FPS tightly compressed.